Wednesday, 30 August 2017

WHITE




Clothed in white
Not dead
Not in Heaven
Not even at my wedding
Far from it
All in white
Running down the hallway
Searching for the exit door
Overdosed on drugs
Staring at faces so unfamiliar
Laughter as loud as thunder
Insanity all around me
Running as fast as I can
Cages
Locked doors
Needles and insanity
Im running
Lost in a labyrinth
Searching for an exit door
The doctors chase me down the hallway
Like demons in a nightmare
They all look enraged and desperate
Yelling and cursing
Warning and screaming
I need a way out!!!
An open window!
A trapdoor!
Anything!
I need a way out!!!
The drugs begin to kick in
I cant feel my tongue anymore
My heart is racingpoundingfluttering
My legs betray me
My sight fails me
The hallway begins to morph
Im no longerI cant
The doctors now look like huge ugly insects
I fall on the ground
But it feels like a bed
Its soft
I close my eyes
Welcoming the soft clouds
Drifting off
Into my little world of beautiful insanity





By Sylvia Chika
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Saturday, 12 August 2017

HIDDEN FANGS




Web of sin
Web unseen
Evil done in the dark
Leaving hidden marks
Softly done
Guilt gone
Conscience sold
Truth untold
Things hidden in a closet
More awards to collect
No one needs to know
As long as it doesn’t show
Manipulating minds
A curtain they hide behind
Showing off artificial halos
Dangerous fellows!
They camouflage their horns
With pretty shiny crowns
They hide their fangs
Behind smiles and generous hands
But behind the closet doors
Lies a dungeon of horror
Truth unseen
So they continue to sin
Luring their prey
Serving promises with gold trays
They spin their webs
Catching millions in their web
With just one promise…fame!
A chance to be in the game
To run the world
And gain the world
Sugar on their lips
They roam the world
With hidden fangs
And generous hands




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Saturday, 22 July 2017

TORMENTED




He could hear them
They screamed his name
He shivered
He looked around
He saw no one
He could feel their presence
He could hear them
He cringed
One had a shrill voice
Two whispered
The others were deep groans
It sent shivers down his spine
His eyes were wide open
He looked around in horror
Why was he hearing them?
Where was it coming from?
Where were they hiding?
Why were they calling out his name?
Who were they?
He felt the warm liquid trickle down his legs
His own waste
What was happening to him?
Was it his past?
Was it his sins?
He killed her ten years ago
Why was he being tormented now?
No one knew
He told no one
Who were they?
He heard them chorus his name again
The voices were getting louder
He could feel the goose bumps on his skin
His heart was racing like a wild bull
Everything seemed surreal
But it was really happening!
He panicked
He shivered
He screamed
Hoping to drown their voices with his scream
Everything went quiet
And just when he thought it was over
He heard them again
Louder
And closer!
He looked around
And then he saw them
Right in front of him
He froze in fear
He could taste his own fear
It tasted sour and toxic
Immediately, he shut his eyes
And breathed his last
Welcoming death with a warm embrace
What a relief!
Or so he thought




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Saturday, 1 July 2017

THE CLOCK SPEAKS





A little love
A little care
A little food
A little of what you have
Just a little to quench this thirst
A little, my dear
I see you complain of that which you have
I hear you complain that it’s not exactly what you want
If only I could have just a little
If only I could sip a little
To quench this thirst
If only I could nibble a little
And quench this probing hunger
If only I could rest a little
Under the mango tree you care not for
If only I could lie down a little
On that bed you hate so dearly
If only I could laugh a little
At the jokes you no longer find funny
If only I could live a little
This life you take for granted
And maybe enjoy a little of this health you don’t even notice you have
Good health I do seek for
To have a little of what you have
To sit under the roof of this house you no longer desire
To hear your little ones babble and laugh
This you no longer have time for
I hear them ask for you every day
But you are never around
If only you could see
Truly open your eyes
And notice how fast the clock ticks
Not slow
Fast!
Every second you lament
You lose a moment
A moment you shouldn’t have lost
You lose a moment to give thanks
A moment to laugh a little
A moment to live a little
If only you can hear the clock
Truly hear the clock tell the time
Oh, it speaks!
Tick-tock. . .tick-tock
Time goes. . . Time goes
Open your eyes, precious one
See how fast the clock ticks
It speaks!
Smile more
Love more
Laugh more
Live more
Love some more
Live some more
Tick-tock. . .tick-tock



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Friday, 9 June 2017

LISTEN





Listen
Here I am
Listen
But Im here
I hear you
Listen
Im listening!
Listen
Im listening!!!
No, you are not. Listen
I dont understand
Im here
Im listening!
Ok. Ill be quiet for a minute
Speak!
Im listening!
But I dont know what to expect
What are you saying?
Listen
Im listening!
No, you are not. Listen
But, Im listennnnnnnniiiiiing!
No, you are not. Listen.
If you were listening you would have heard The Message.
But, Im listening
Yes, now you are listening.
Okay!!!
So, whats the message?
Listen

*Looks around in frustration.*
*Walks away*


By Sylvia Chika
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Friday, 2 June 2017

Let it flow!





Cut the quill…
spill the ink…
bleed the words…
stain the sheets.


Let it flow! Let it flow!





By Sylvia Chika
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Monday, 22 May 2017

Let Me Weep



Let me weep
Let me weep that I may be satisfied
That I may flush out this pain deep within
Deep within my heart
This pain that causes me to…ohhhh!
This pain!
Birthed from betrayal, loss and grief
Let me weep!
Let me weep and rid myself of this filth
I don’t wish to choke
I just want to purge myself of this yoke
It’s heavy and it’s…it’s heavy!
It’s been five days now
And it’s been weighing me down
I feel twenty pounds heavier
Let me weep!
Let me get rid of this yoke!
It’s heavy!
Let the dam break
Let the tears pour
Oh, let them pour!
My heart weeps
My eyes leak
Let me weep until I can weep no more
Let me weep!



By Sylvia Chika
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